At this time, it was also daytime in the mirror, with ample light.
The mirror faced the bed, with dark sheets, creased from pressure, one side lifted, as if the owner hadn't had time to tidy up after getting up.
The mirror also showed a half-open door, clothes hanging on the wall, and a backpack.
The table was cluttered with books, snacks, drinks, and a cellphone.
Overall, the room suggested a well-off family.
But Chuzheng didn't see anyone.
Ding—
The phone screen lit up, a message coming in.
The phone lay on the table, Chuzheng clearly saw the unencrypted message.
"Brother Mu, it's set, Friday afternoon at three, the central sports arena."
The message was vague; Chuzheng couldn't grasp the meaning.
Just then, footsteps were heard in the room.
A young, handsome boy gradually appeared at the edge of the mirror, exuding youthful vigor and tension.
The boy had fair skin, perfect features, each detail crafted by a careful God, and an air of determination between his brows.
